Alright. It's been 6 months. I'm graduated. Looking for a job. And living with my parents. Cool.
I keep telling myself that it's just until I go off to grad school, which is true. When my friends from college ask me what I'm up to, they picture me off doing grand, grownup things and loving life. What they don't realize is that I've been sitting here for two months without anything to do. This is simultaneously the most relaxed and the most irritated I've ever felt. With all this time to waste, I've discovered a few surprising things:
1) I really don't mind not being busy. I mean, I'm actually enjoying having days on end where my family goes off to work and school and I have no company but the dog. I'm starting to wonder if I'm really as social of a person as I thought I was, or if I was social in college because I had to be.
2) Living at home is like being in high school again. Seriously. I got yelled at the other day because the dishes weren't done. And they weren't even my dishes. After four years of cleaning up my own messes and letting others do the same, I have regressed to a world in which you can proverbially "do the crime" without "doing the time." AKA: I don't have a job, therefore I am the resident dishwasher.
3) Living at home also brings back memories that I worked really hard to drink away during college. I've actually started having dreams about my ex-boyfriend since I've been back. Woah. Talk about coming out of left field! I think it has to do with my passing all of the places that my memories with him happened. Whatever it is, it's freaking me out. Seriously, Taylor Swift lyrics are starting to accurately describe my feelings. This needs to stop. Six months until I'm out of this place...
4) My family has A LOT of people coming to fix things at our house. I've never known anyone to have so many fix-it guys knocking on the front door. And again, since I have no job, I am the person that gets to sit awkwardly in the house while the guy performs whatever duty he came here to perform.
5) Jobs are difficult to find. I mean, I was warned about this in college, but really, who thinks it is going to be them sitting jobless 2 months after finishing college? I certainly didn't. I always thought that it was going to be Stoner Steve 3 rows behind me who rarely, if ever, showed up for class. But no. It's me.
So here I am. It's not like I don't do anything. I've been actively looking for jobs. I actually think I may be hired for two jobs at the same time. I thought I would be taking on too much if I worked both, but my parents seem to think that I can kill myself for a few months in order to have some money to move away with in August when I'm off to grad school. They've got a point, and I've got nothing better to do with my time. Decision made.
I also hang out with friends... occasionally. Another little-known fact about moving back in with your parents: Most other people haven't. It's true. Either that, or I was just friends with some serious overachievers in high school. I guess that's not too hard to believe, considering that my high school contained a freakish population of overachievers. Because of this, I have exactly two friends within "hey, let's do something tonight" distance. All of my other friends are either in "so, we should set a weekend and I'll come visit" distance, or "I'm too poor to visit you... let's skype sometime" distance.
Most of my time these days is spent watching an insane amount of TV with my dog, who is so happy to have me home, it makes me dread leaving him in a few months again. I've been on quite a few interviews, though. That has been interesting. I'm in the process of (hopefully) being hired as a hostess at a local Mexican restaurant. I thought that this job would be a little low on the totem pole for someone with two degrees, but my mom insists that it will be a good place for me to socialize with people my own age. My mom seems to have this obsession with making sure I have a social life while I'm here. Apparently serving tortilla chips near other people my own age is the solution to that problem. The second job I'm hoping to get is more in my field of study. I would be working with teenagers who suffer from depression, anxiety, etc. at a school. I'm completely stoked for that one. The funny thing is that the Mexican restaurant has had a more rigorous interview process than the school... I guess they can't trust just anyone to answer the phones and seat people at the appropriate tables.
It has seriously taken FOREVER to get the interview process over with. I mean, is 4 interviews really necessary for a hostess position? No. And it has taken them almost two weeks since the initial interview to come up with a decision. The other job hasn't told me yet if I have a second interview with them. I'm hoping to hear tomorrow.
Well, that's all for now. Back to my not-so-glamorous viewing of The O.C.
Yep, that's happening.
Isn't life after college great?
